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I yawned when I heard the shower start, and I walked back in. He’d be expecting his breakfast and coffee in about fifteen minutes.

The yawns kept coming as I descended the stairs to the dark house. I looked in on Rowan first, knowing there was no need to look in on Ophelia. She was curled in a little ball, right beside her sister.

I flipped the light on in the kitchen and started coffee first. The two zucchini’s caught my eye when I turned the knob on the radio. I really needed to use those up, I thought as I changed the station. Who wanted to listen to depressing news at six o’clock in the morning?

I set the table with butter and two plates out on the breezeway and poured us coffee. Everything was ready except Paxton. I set out to get him only to run right into him, coming from his office. My hands crashed into his strong chest and he grabbed my arms.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” he snapped with pinched eyebrows, glaring right down to me.

I did what my mama had preached since I was two. I think. I killed him with kindness. One quick peck from the tips of my toes.

“I just sucked your dick at six o’clock in the morning. I feel like I at least deserve a good morning.”

“You sucked my dick because that’s what you’re supposed to do. I don’t smell bacon,” he countered with a softer tone while his hands moved me aside.

I led Paxton toward the Florida room where I had set the table for breakfast. I liked it out there in the mornings. It was peaceful. “You don’t need all that greasy stuff. It’s going to get hot out today. Eat some nourishment. You’re going to need the energy.”

“You just told me you would listen. This isn’t listening,” Paxton complained as his feet shuffled to the patio. “Muffins? Seriously?”

“Zucchini muffins. Try it.”

“I’m not eating zucchini for breakfast. I’ll stop along the way somewhere.”

“Oh, sit down and eat. I wouldn’t complain too loud. Not when someone else is cooking for you.”

Paxton pulled out his chair and sat with a growl. “That’s because—”

“Yes, Paxton. I know. That’s because it’s my job. It’s what I agreed to. I want to see that contract. I’m sure I have stipulations or loopholes.”

“You don’t have anything. You have me. That’s all you need. I tell you what to do, and you do it. That’s what works for us. That’s what we do.”

“That’s what you do. I don’t feel like I have a say in anything.”

“And you didn’t have a problem with it before you forgot who you were. If you’re faking this shit to get away with acting like you are, I’ll find out. And believe me when I say it. You’ll be sorry,” he threatened as his eyes moved to the bite he’d just taken from his muffin. He liked it. Score.

I brushed off whatever arcane punishment he had in mind with an eye roll, sipping my coffee. “Do you really believe that, Paxton? Do you honestly think I am faking any of this?”

“I sure as hell hope not.”

“You know. What time should I expect you to be home?”

“I’ll be late, I’m sure. I’m starting a new job this morning. Just fix my plate and you can warm it up when I get home. You got everything under control for the girls today, right? You know what’s going on?”

“Yes, I can handle the girls.”

“And the groceries?”

“Yes, Paxton. I’ve got it.”

“What is this shit?” he abruptly asked with a thumb hitchhiking over his shoulder toward the house.

“What?”

“Why isn’t it on the news?”

“What’s wrong with this?” I questioned.

“Miley Cyrus? Forget it. I’ve got to go. I’ll call and see how things are later.”

Paxton stood, grabbed another muffin, and walked away with his coffee. I cleaned up, and waited to hear his truck leave before I laid down on the round cabana bed and stretched out, the sound of the ocean permeating my mind. Seagulls came to life in the distance, and the sun lit the morning with warm light.

~~

“Where’s my sister. You said my sister would be here,” I complained. My butt sat on the edge of the chair while I stared at the door, waiting for her.

The lady I’d become familiar with leaned over, elbows on knees. “She’ll be coming. I need to talk to you about something, sweetie.”

My eyes moved from the door to Sherry. “What?”

“I have good news and bad news.”

“What?” I asked again. I didn’t care what order she gave it to me in. As long as the good news meant we would be together again, that’s all I cared about.”

“I’ve found permanent homes for both of you.”

Even I could hear the desperation in my tone. “Together?”

Sherry leaned closer and took both my hands, sadness taking over her expression. Tears swelled in my throat before she spoke a word. I wasn’t going to be with her.

“I’m sorry. I’ve tried so hard. If you could just remember a family member. Anyone that could take you both. It’s hard to find a place that can accommodate one eleven year old, let alone two.”

“You mean nobody wants us.”

“That’s not true.”

“Who is it?”

“There’s two. A couple in Michigan.”

“The Walkers. I remember them.”

“Yes, they came here and met you both a couple months back. They want to help, but they can’t take you both. They run a home where they adopt the hard-to-place kids, but they have guidelines they must follow. They can’t take you both.”

“Why? We’ll be good.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.”

My lips puckered no matter how hard I tried to control them. “Is that far away from Florida? Michigan? Can I still see her?”

“It’s a long way, but maybe the Walkers will let you phone each other.”

“Where’s my sister going?” I questioned, eyes wide with fear and pending pain.

“She’s going to stay here in Florida. There’s a program in trial that she’s going to go into. Her name is Ms. Porter. It’s a program to help older kids who need a place to live, matched with an elder. Someone that needs help doing things.”

I pulled my hands from hers and frowned. “She’s going to be a slave to an old person?”

Sherry resumed her posture and explained the situation. “No, no, it’s nothing like that, sweetie. Ms. Porter gets along just fine. She’s lonely. It’ll be good for her. For both of them.”

“Can I see her?”

“Ms. Porter?”

“Yes, I want to meet her.”

Sherry looked around and sighed a deep breath. “Okay, I guess that’s all right. Wait here.”

I slid from the chair and followed close behind Sherry, stopping at the door. I peered out, seeing the Walkers to the right. They were fairly young and they seemed to be nice people. I could tell they loved each other. Not like the kind of love my mom had with guys. This was different. Exclusive. Mr. Walker held her hand and they laughed at something in a magazine.

My head snapped to the grouchy lady in the corner next. She was huge. If I had to guess, I would say she was pushing four hundred pounds.

“Why do I have to meet the other kid? Why can’t I take the one I signed up for and go home? You’re making me miss my shows.” I really didn’t think she was that old. Just really big. That’s why she looked old.

“They’re sisters. Who knows when they’ll see each other again?”

“Fine, whatever.”

I darted back to my chair when Sherry turned. She didn’t come all the way in. She waved her hand and nodded for me to come. The Walkers turned and smiled at me. I couldn’t remember the wife’s name, but I remembered his was Trent. She waved her fingers at me, but I didn’t respond.

“This is the sister,” Sherry said with her hand on my back.

“Hello.” I was more interested in where they were taking my twin than the cute little couple on the other side of the room.